"Yan'er is a good child. She should live a better life." Zheng Ze said softly, "You too."
Even though Zheng Ze said this, there was still a wariness in Jing Salamander's beautiful eyes that was difficult to get rid of.
Not minding her gaze, Zheng Ze raised his hand and, under the cold gaze, touched Jing Salamander's chest.
"Let me see how your injuries are."
Facing the man's almost scrutinizing eyes, Jing Sala remained silent for a moment, then turned around decisively, carrying him behind his back and gently unbuttoning the skirt around his waist. As the skirt fell down, a large area of white and tender skin instantly appeared.
In front of men.
The dress fell to the ground and became tangled up. Her straight long legs were covered with layers of gauze on the white and delicate snow back.
The Jing Salamander did not hesitate and untied the cloth and silk on his body in circles. But halfway through, the movements of his hands suddenly stopped.
Turning around, the man's figure had disappeared, leaving only a delicate and slender sword that was three feet long, quietly inserted into the ground.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Yan'er's sneaky little figure suddenly jumping away. It was obvious that she had just been paying attention to what would happen after her uncle and mother were in the same room.
Seeing this ghostly little guy, Zheng Ze couldn't help but smile. What he just said to Jing Salamander was deliberately blessed by his inner breath, and naturally he didn't let her hear it.
"Your mother is working hard, don't make her angry anymore." Looking at the broken and bruised bump on her head, Zheng Ze couldn't help but rub it again.
With a well-behaved look on her face, Yan'er responded: "Okay!"
"Also, don't take the books on my desk casually. Next time you want to read them, you have to tell me first."
He was holding two books in his hand, both of which were of the kind that could make Yan Lingji's spring wave circulate. Fortunately, she was not literate yet, otherwise she would really endanger the physical and mental health of children.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Ze, I..."
Stopping Yan'er's attempt to apologize, Zheng Ze pinched her little collagen-filled face and said, "Okay, go back and admit your mistake to your mother, and she will teach you how to read."
After patting her little head, Zheng Ze stood up and left without saying anything more.
Seeing Zheng Ze return to the room, Yan'er opened the door with a hint of uneasiness. In order to create an opportunity, this was the first time she contradicted her mother.
When she really pushed the door open, she was stunned by the scene she saw and froze on the spot.
I saw my mother, who was originally cold and aloof, now putting on her clothes in an orderly manner.
This... what did Uncle Ze and my mother just do in the room? I'm not going to have younger siblings, right?
Noticing Xiao Yan'er standing blankly in front of the door, Jing Salamander looked calm and said calmly: "What are you doing standing there?"
Hearing her mother's voice, Yan'er shook her little head and showed a flattering smile, "Mom, I know I was wrong!"
"Go to rest early." Jingyu didn't say much, that was just her temperament.
However, Yan'er obviously didn't want to go to bed so early. She said softly: "Uncle Ze said that mother is now willing to teach Yan'er how to read."
Jing Salamander raised her slender eyebrows and turned her eyes to the table. There were only two books left on it. She tied her clothes casually. Jing Salamander casually picked up one. The words "Warring States Policy" made her raise her eyebrows.
, opened the book and glanced at the text above.
Under Yan'er's expectant gaze, Jing salamander nodded, "Yes."
"Okay!" Yan'er was very happy to see the change in Jing Salamander. Uncle Ze was so awesome.
…
The next day, the Mohist and Taoist people still did not appear in Xinzheng, and the focus of the city was still on the prince's mansion.
Ye Mu released Tianze and planted a poisonous poison in his body that could kill him in order to control this dangerous chess piece.
At this time, the Prince's Mansion was already surrounded by the Royal Guards. Deploying such a force would have created a huge defensive void for the weak Xinzheng.
The construction standards of the Prince's Mansion are not low. There are four gates in the east, west, north and south. After being inspected by Mo Ya, who is now the new guard commander of the Forbidden Army, there are people guarding behind three of the gates. The Wushuang Ghost guards the east gate, Yan Lingji guards the south gate, and the Hundred Poison King
Guard the north gate.
King Han's impatient attitude affected everyone's nerves. A special operations team composed of Ji Wuye, Fourth Young Master Han Yu, and Ninth Young Master Han Fei decided to take back control of the Prince's Mansion today.
Otherwise, the excessive chaos in South Korea will be of no benefit to any of them.
Zheng Ze took Tang Ba all the way towards the Prince's Mansion.
…
In the dark room, the young man crossed out the last name on the bamboo slip in front of him and slowly put down the pen.
"You mean, he hid it from everyone and left Qin?" He raised his head and looked at the masked killer in front of him.
Feeling his gaze, although blocked by the mask, there was still great pressure.
"Yes, with him is the chief swordsman and one of the descendants of Guigu, Gai Nie."
Hearing this, the corners of the young man's mouth slightly raised, "It's interesting, where do they want to go?"
"Judging from the signs found, it may be South Korea."
The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, "South Korea?"
Sensing the question, the masked killer said in his heart, "Yes."
At this moment, the only door in the dark room was opened, and the light rushed in. However, as the figure who came in closed the door, the light was blocked again.
"grown ups!"
Whether it was the sitting young man or the standing killer, they all spoke when they saw the visitor.
But the visitor didn't care about this. He just looked at the young man and said, "He's gone, what are you going to do?"
To his expectation, the young man shook his head and said softly: "There are no arrangements."
The middle-aged man who arrived frowned, walked aside and sat down, and asked directly: "Who among the Tianzi killers can get to South Korea the fastest?"
The masked killer did not dare to show any signs of neglect and immediately responded: "Yes, it's Ba Linglong."
Hearing this name, the middle-aged man paused and turned to look at the young man, "Can this person still be used?"
The young man shook his head again, "It doesn't matter whether it can be used or not."
Now the middle-aged man finally heard a different meaning, "You..."
Following his voice, the young man had a faint smile on his face, "Of course I have to complete such an important task myself for Mr. Xiangguo."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man rejected it directly without thinking, "No, you are still injured."
Compared with strong force, being able to help him here is more important.
However, the young man still just shook his head and said, "Even if I am injured, I can still strike a blow for the Prime Minister."
From his voice, the middle-aged man heard an extremely firm tone. He was silent for a moment and said, "Is it because of your brother?"
